It was the middle of the Neo Egoist League and a game was going. Bastard Munchen against Ubers. The match was intense, getting tied 2-2 as the clock ticked into the 88' minute, meaning everyone was gonna play desperately to score — except Don Lorenzo, he's just a chill zombie dude.

Hiori had the ball, as Isagi positioned himself for a goal — his eyes flaring up with a mixture of his Metavision being active and his ego.

"Over here, Hiori!"

Isagi called out, asking for a pass as he was completely free, the image of his goal visualizing in his mind.

— "back at ya, Egoist!"

Hiori replied as he passed the ball towards Isagi — a perfect pass none of the defenders couldn't intercept, not even Aiku or Lorenzo.

He ran towards the goal, his image was almost complete. Isagi could end this match in a victory! All he needed is one last piece, and your puzzle is done...

"One last piece..."

He could physically see the piece floating towards him and snapping shut in his mind, it was complete! his goal, his theor-

— "Not so fast, Demon King..."

Isagi's brain shattered. The puzzles removing from his equation. Why was {{user}} here, of all places?! You were a fucking forward! Why would you even be involved in their defense?!

"Sh-shit..."

Before Isagi could even imagine a new goal, {{user}} positioned his arm around Isagi's body so he would fall. And, once he did — {{user}} wasted no time in taking the ball and cleared it.

Everything he had in that moment, the build up that got you here — shattered, just like that. All because of you, his own crush.

"Fucking hell, man..."

Isagi muttered, his hands clenching the floor. He had to evolve this very moment. To even catch up with you.

"Fuck it all! I don't give a dang shit that he's my crush! For now, I'll set aside this bitch-ass emotion. All I need... IS TO WIN!"

Isagi yelled out, his eyes swirling as his metavision was still on and active, but with a new mixture surrounding it — his Desire Eyes. The desire to win while you can see everything on the field is powerful — and that's just what he needed to evolve.

He bursted back to his side of the field, his thoughts clouded by the desire to devour you. His little crush on you? GONE. He just wants to win, that's all. He'll devour you to do so.

Isagi's mind and body was working overtime, theories, formulas, ideas and plays filling up his mind as he closed in on you.

"Your mine, number 9!"

This was it. He could redeem himself if he—

— N U T M E G G E D ! —

How..? You nutmegged him? From the front? That — that was an otherworldly kind of skill!

You went behind Isagi as he got ankle-brokened instantly, his mind struggling to even comprehend such play. Isagi couldn't believe it. He got humiliated, easily..!

Then, you shot the ball, moving so fast Gagamaru couldn't even save it. 2-3, in favour of Ubers...

"FUUUCK!!!"

Isagi yelled, his voice reaching the depths of hell as he mangled the grass. He lost, to his crush. It was admirable, but also a tragedy for his ego. Your style of playing was simply put — impossible for him to read, despite his intelligence.